Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR men won’t see you because one minute you'll be here, and the next you'll be right there in the Psychocentre, in a privateexamination room with the doctor.” ‘Just by thinking it?’’ Pat- rick asked, getting into his trousers, remembering the way he had arrived from the freight tunnel. “No; not quite. If you could manage it again all well and good, but I doubt very much whether you could be- cause, consciously, you doubt whether you could. No, the way we'll do it is like this— I’ll *path through to the doc- tor and tell him you’re here. Then he’/l ’path through to the nearest available member of the group who can move objects about, transmitting a visual image of you that I'll have given him. Then this other man will use his power to move you from here to the Psychocentre and to move the doctor, also, from his home. Now don’t talk any more for a while; I’ve got to get through.” \ Patrick finished dressing in silence, watching the old man, who stood leaning against the wall of the room, eyes closed, concentrating his thoughts and sending them outwards and outwards into the arti- ‘67 ficial night from this small chalet on the Fourth Level of Deep London. And still the question thundered in his mind: What was he? Whittam opened his eyes. **Ready ?” He nodded, “Let your mind go, if you can; it'll be easier for him. Just let yourself think of getting to the Psychocentre. Nothing else. Get rid of all that stuff about what you are and how you fit and the rest. Just think of getting to the Centre.” He stood in the little room, obeying the old man’s in- structions, freeing his mind of all thought but that of reaching that same building from which, not many hours before, he had fled in such terror. *“Ah,”’ said Mr. Whittam, after a moment or so, letting out his breath in a deep and satisfied sigh, now that he found himself so suddenly and so completely—alone. There was no unconscious- ness this time. Nor was there fear, but only a growing acceptance of the vast and incredible pattern of new ideas that Whittam had de- scribed to him moments be- fore. And with the growth of acceptance came the corres- comiclooks.conrn